MY STEPBROTHER’S ROOM WASN’T LOCKED…
EPISODE 5: Two Kisses, One Fight, and a Video That Changed Everything.
Let me just say this:
Jealousy is a spice.
But when it enters the wrong stew?
You’ll lick your fingers and still cry.
That night, I sat on my bed scrolling WhatsApp and pretending to mind my business.
But the truth?
I was waiting for Dayo’s knock.
My body knew it.
My brain denied it.
My chest was confused.
And then it came.
Knock knock.
“Open the door, small madam. Let me teach you how not to flirt with the enemy.”
I opened it halfway, wrapper tied tight.
He didn’t wait.
He entered like he owned both me and the floor I stood on.
“Why you dey smile with that boy like he’s your communion?”
“Tari is sweet,” I replied, just to pepper him.
Dayo’s jaw tightened. “Sweet abi? Lick am now.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit your beard,” I whispered.
“Neither does stubbornness suit your mouth,” he fired back.
But instead of leaving, he kissed me.
Again.
And this kiss?
Was not like the last.
This one had pride.
Possession.
Pain.
His hands grabbéd my waist like my wrapper offended him.
And me?
I melted like butter in generator heat.
The kiss got deeper. Wilder.
My hands found his shirt and pulled it off.
His lips left mine and explored down my neck.
“Dayo…” I m0aned.
He lifted me like I weighed sin and laid me on the bed.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, breath heavy.
I looked into his eyes.
“I’ll lie.”
And just when the final wrapper untied and his lips trailed down to my thighs...
KPA-KPA-KPA!!!
A knock again.
Loud.
Insistent.
Annoying.
We froze like criminals in a police movie.
“Who is that again na??” Dayo hissed, wrapping himself in a pillow.
I tied my wrapper with record speed and opened the door...
Tari.
Holding a laptop.
And an unreadable expression.
“Sorry to disturb... but you need to see this.”
He walked into my room like he was born there.
Dayo stood up, still shirtless, brows raised. “What’s going on here?”
Tari ignored him and placed the laptop on my bed.
“Someone sent this anonymously. Said you’d want to see it before you make certain... decisions.”
I hit PLAY.
And what I saw...
Almost made me collapse.
The Video:
It was a hotel room.
A woman ... maybe in her early 20s ...holding her phone and crying.
Then...
Dayo.
In the background.
Shirtless.
Dragging on a blunt.
Saying things like:
“You knew I didn’t want anything serious. Na you fall in love.”
The girl cried harder.
Then she turned the camera to herself and said:
“This is what he does. He f*cks, records, mocks, and leaves.”
She zoomed in to show bruises on her thighs.
“He told me I was the only one… but I wasn’t.”
End of video.
Silence.
Dayo’s mouth opened slightly. “What sort of edited...”
“Is it true?” I asked, voice trembling.
He hesitated. “It’s not what it looks like. She was obsessed. That girl na mad person.”
“You’re not denying you slept with her?”
“I didn’t beat her! Those bruises...”
“So you did record her?”
Silence again.
Tari looked at me. “This is the guy you’re choosing?”
Dayo took a step forward. “Oga, you dey overstep o. No bring your hero complex here.”
“I’m protecting her from a s3x predator,” Tari said calmly.
“You’re jealous!” Dayo snapped. “You just moved in and you’re already looking for how to open her legs with laptop.”
Tari chuckled. “At least I don’t record them while they cry.”
GBAM!
Before I could blink, Dayo PÚNCHED him.
Hard.
Tari staggered but didn’t fall.
He just wiped his mouth... and SMILED.
Then he looked at me and said, “You should pick your poison carefully. Because one kiss from a snake might cost your entire heart.”
He walked out, slow and steady.
Leaving Dayo panting and shirtless like a rejected WWE fighter.
I sat down, shaken.
Dayo looked at me.
“Are you going to believe him over me?”
“I’m going to believe what I saw.”
Tears burned my eyes.
He knelt.
“I messed up. Yes. But I never lied to you.”
“You lied every time you kissed me like I was different.”
He sighed. “So what now?”
I looked at the laptop.
At the door Tari just exited through.
And then at Dayo...
My maybe-not-stepbrother.
The man who set my body on fire…
And maybe my peace too.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“But tomorrow… I’m going to find that girl in the video.”
Dayo’s eyes widened.
“You’re not playing, are you?”
“No, Dayo. This is my life too. Not just your secret toy.”
I turned away.
But before he left, he whispered:
“He might be your truth... but I’m your addicti0n.”
And deep down?
I knew he wasn’t lying.
If your heart is screaming “God abeg!” and your body is weak like borrowed charger...
Drop:
“EPISODE 6 NOWWW”**
Because next?
We meet the girl in the video.
And what she tells us?
Will blow this story open like a family secret with teeth.
Shall I continue to Episode 6?
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